My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Don't Go, Grandpa

Freya helped Pramudya slice chives for a sprinkling of chicken porridge. That time, with the cooperation of the two, there was no more porridge or a charred pot. The dense aroma of broth from within the pot filled the air, spreading everywhere.

Next to Freya, Pramudya was making a cup of coffee and a glass of warm milk. Sometimes the two glanced at each other, then threw a smile like a couple in love, as if the world only belonged to two.

Suddenly Freya forgot her original intention to go to campus early.

The first course will start at 08:30. He can arrive five minutes before class starts. There are still hours of rest that can be used to inquire about notes.

Freya moved the chives into the bowl. Onion fry for sprinkling was prepared by her husband earlier.

Freya opened the lid of the pot and checked the contents. Thick porridge explodes with pieces of chicken meat. He did prefer chicken meat boiled directly with rice rather than chicken meat fried separately and then suir-suir.

“It's mature,” he said. He turned off the stove and took the plate, but Pramudya prevented it.

“Me,” said Pramudya. He did not want his wife's tiny hand splashed with hot porridge.

Freya walked away with a flowery heart. Look at this husband, a few days ago still stiff as a tree trunk, now very sweet and pampering. He was eager to jump up and hug the man tightly, but was ashamed if any servant saw. Besides, there's still work to do.

Freya was just about to move a small bowl of fried onions and chives to the dining table when Ruth suddenly lunged in with a panicked face.

“Master, Mistress! Big Master ... hurry up!”

Freya almost dropped the bowl in her hand in surprise.

What happened to Grandpa?

“What's up, Ruth? Say it clearly,” said Freya.

“Big Master didn't wake up ... Big Master ...” Before finishing his words, Ruth was already sobbing. His trembling hands pointed towards the door.

Freya threw the onion bowl on the table and ran out without asking twice. His heart was beating incoherently.

What happened to Grandpa?

Lord, please .. don't ....

“Freya, slow down!” Pramudya followed his wife who darted up the stairs with long steps. Even though his heart was not broken, he did not want his wife to fall and get hurt.

Freya raised the back of her hand and rubbed her eyes hard.

God, can't .. please, can't ....

His wind-fast footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the guest room when he heard a roaring sound coming from inside. That's Grandpa's assistant's voice.

Freya's body was trembling. He could already guess what had happened, but did not dare to step inside to confirm it. He couldn't see what was going on in there. His heart refused to accept it.

“Freya, don't cry.” Pramudya hugged his wife's body which was almost uprooted. He grabbed Freya and swept her into the room. He still had to check on Grandpa's condition.

As soon as they stepped in, they saw Old Man's assistant standing at the side of the bed, wiggling the body of his master who was still lying in a nightgown. Tears washed over the assistant's face. Red eyes. His voice was hoarse as he shouted the Old Man's name, continuing to call him to wake up even though there was no response from the master.

“Grandpa wakes! Don't scare me, Grandpa .. I beg ...” Tears blurred Freya's vision. He rubbed it repeatedly, but the tears were pouring out even more. He could not afford to lose someone he considered family. The only person who cared and loved him sincerely.

Pramudya knelt down, checking the pulse on his grandfather's wrist. His fingers froze for a moment, waiting for signs of life. However, after some time, he released his finger in a very slow motion. No more pulses felt. The old body was stiff and cold.

He turned and took his wife into a pit.

“Grandfather no longer exists.” Pramudya's voice trembled and choked in the throat.

He looked up at the bed. There was a smile on his grandfather's face, as if the old man was just sleeping long, instead of leaving this cruel world for good.

“Master! Why do you go alone? You don't want me anymore?” Old Man's Assistant roared loudly. He slumped on the floor and cried loudly, followed by the sound of Mr. Anton and Ruth's humble cry.

In an instant the servants gathered in front of the room, weeping for the sudden departure of Old Man. The man was always kind and friendly, not arrogant and grumpy like many other rich people. Why do good people always go faster?

Freya shook her head strongly. How could? They still ate together last night. Last night Grandpa looked so cheerful and excited. Last night Grandpa still defended and flattered her. This is impossible!

“No! Grandpa is just sleeping! Grandpa is just exhausted, he needs to rest! You're out! Don't bother him!” Freya was hysterical.

“Freya, relax.” Pramudya squeezes Freya's arm and breaks it to stand. He knows how his wife loves Grandpa. He also knew how his grandfather loved his little wife. It was a very heavy blow for both of them.

Freya turned around and shook her husband's arm firmly. “Pram, Grandpa must be exhausted. Call the doctor! Hurry on! The doctor could have woken Grandpa. They must have good medicines. Hurry up, I beg ...”

Pramudya hugged Freya tighter, holding her back so as not to fall even though she herself was about to collapse. It is not unusual to get out his emotions. It left him almost out of breath. But he still had to stay strong for his wife's sake. He must be strong.

“Freya, Grandpa's gone. You must be strong. There is still me here, calm down ...” persuade him as he rubbed his wife's back carefully.

Freya looked at the bed with a blank stare while making out, “Grandfather was just sleeping. He said he wanted to hold a cute and cute little girl. He couldn't have gone without saying goodbye. No. gabe. Grandpa couldn't possibly lie. Why not wait, Cake. Why?”

He limped over to the bed, knelt down and clasped his cold palms. “Grandfather, I'm sorry .. sorry, Cake. I'm guilty of you. I'm sorry for lying to Grandpa, but not anymore. Me and Pram really have ... we really love each other .. ugh, Grandpa .. can Grandpa wake up? I'm sorry, Kek .. please wake up ...”

Freya continued to cry and begged the angel-hearted old man to open his eyes and wake up, but the old man did not budge. He lay quietly like he was just a long sleep.

Pramudya's body was trembling. Eyes warming. It was as if a large lump of cotton was stuck in his throat and made him unable to breathe.

For the first time, a single point of tears rolled down from her cheeks. He owed his grandfather his whole life, the man who raised him lovingly, the man who never left him no matter what, always forgave him no matter how much he did, support him with all his strength and all his abilities. Only Grandpa was always by his side.

Now Grandpa is gone, and he owes an apology ..I owe an apology for lying to the old man about his marriage, owe an apology for not having had time to fulfill the grandfather's wish to have a great-grandchild.

Two tear-spinning chases down Pramudya's cheeks.

Later, there will be no more excited old men who bang and play with their children. That image will only be stored in wishful thinking forever.

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The author ran away before being hit by ⁇ ️️